We are only tangible in defect.
Each tear jettisoned
more malleable than the precedent.
Make of me what you will
but do not accuse me of deception.
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Your rigid, self-deprecating smile
unravels against my lips.
The cleft in your heart,
a highway barbed on both sides.
I graze at your desultory borders.
–
You are angular in a sheath of satin,
feverish beneath sodden sheets,
I draw your hand to my cheek,
rough as a pumice stone.
You weather me as the sea
weathers all objects of diversion.
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A viscous symbiont,
prickly with anticipation.
I feed on scars and deliberations,
the waxy carapace
of the primitive and conceptual.
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